Tag: flesh driven

It was a partly-sunny, low-70’s winter day here in Texas this morning. A perfect day to go do some marketing as I handed out my business cards to various apartment communities in the area (my business specializes in cleaning apartments). Early on while still driving to the first apartment community on my list, I had a premonition of me being in a bad car accident. In the brief premonition, or open-eyed vision, if you will, I had just been severely struck while driving and handed my cell phone to the first responder weakly asking him to call my husband. Just that quick, the premonition vanished. I shrugged it off as a weird thought and happily went about my business.

In the past I have had these sort of prophetic warnings . Just last year, I had another premonition while driving, and it manifested moments later, but in that incident I was prepared and calmly maneuvered my vehicle to avoid the reckless SUV cutting across four lanes of traffic. Oddly, I didn’t think anything of it – I was prepared and alert and responded accordingly. Today, however, I was in my own flesh-driven world, not paying attention to the premonition, the signs, and the impression or embedded feeling of an impending accident to come.

After visiting the seven apartment communities, I decided to make one final stop at the post office. In order to access the parking lot of the post office, I needed to cross two busy lanes of oncoming traffic. I sat for a few minutes in the turn lane with my blinker on as I patiently waited for a break in the traffic. One pickup truck towing something big and bulky stopped in the lane closest to mine and graciously flashed his lights indicating it was safe to cross over. Although I couldn’t see what may or may not be on the other side of the generous truck, his flashing lights, as well as my strained glance behind him in the distance, seemed to indicate it was OK to pass, but that still small Voice said, “Don’t do it.” Due to my impatience and apparent disobedience, I gambled it all and proceeded to cross the highway. Mind you the last accident I experienced was 23 years ago at the ripe young age of 19 so I’d like to say I am normally a responsible and cautious driver. Before making it to the second lane while trusting in others flashing lights, I thought to myself, Now watch there be something barreling down the road and strike me. Sure enough I froze in fear upon seeing a metal grill of black large pickup truck about to t-bone my tiny Fiat Pop. I cried out, “Oh, God, help me!!” And instantly, my foot punched the gas pedal. I’m not even sure if it was actually me or perhaps an angel pressed my foot on the pedal because my being felt paralyzed in fear and braced for potentially fatal impact. I heard my car’s wheels squeal in urgent motion. It was awful, sudden, and perplexing how I miraculously ended up safely parked in the post office parking lot. Once the realization of the incident hit me, I sobbed as I called my husband to tell him what just occurred.

Later, after being home for awhile and sipping some chamomile tea to calm my nerves, I made myself drive to accomplish a few more errands and even traverse to the post office again just so fear would not take root in my heart attempting to lord over me. This time, the trip was uneventful.

Today, I learned to not only be grateful for every day graciously granted and everything and everyone bestowed unto me, but to never dismiss the Holy Spirit for His intention of the premonitions, the signs, and the instruction is for our own benefit.

Pay attention, beloveds, and listen closely to the Spirit for being driven by flesh is a dangerous gamble.